ISTIKHARAH LOVE KUSUMA
CHAPTER 86. THREE WOMEN

Why Umma is so wise. Is it just my feelings?.

"There's no different color of blood, Fio. All the same, red. We are equal, God's created beings possess the universe. Only the degree of faith and fear distinguishes the position on His side."

Fiora pondered this morning's conversation with Aiswa, her thin lips polished by a cherry liptint that also covered her smile. The father is now slowly aware of serving Aldo, although he avoids interacting with Fio, but the daughter of Takakti still act patiently.

Sindy arranges lunch for the Miss on the sofa table of their room, while Fiora is still working on something in front of the laptop while waiting for a doctor visit.

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On the ground floor.

Zainal then took Abah and Fayyadh to see his brother first to the hospital's first-class room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Abi brought old relatives who had just met again after a dozen years," Zainal said greeting his brothers, wife and children.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

The women sitting on the sofa stood up to greet the guest. While the girl ayu, still reciting the words of God on the side of the patient's bed that seems not realized.

"Wisesa or Ahmad Zaid, and Ana's grandson, Fayyadh," Abah's voice introduced itself.

"Maa Allah, this is Fayyadh. More handsome than in the photo yes," said the wife Zainal.

Abah is confused. "I mean a photo, how?"

Fayyadh's allegations are proven, he is the parent of Zaynah, the girl he wants to see. It seems that the father has not told Abah even though Amir has arrived shortly after he arrived in Solo. Kusuma's man just kept quiet, looking down for compliments.

Zainal invited his guests to sit down. "So gini, Ana asked Hariri to find a mate for my second daughter, then she gave a photo of her grandson named Althafaris Fayyadh. We then submitted a Zaynah CV hoping they could ta'aruf. Yesterday, Hariri said that Fayyadh would visit his great-grandfather in Solo and would be a sowan ... Ana is also curious, Solo, what a coincidence. Uh, meet here, fate may be yes" explained Zainal sumringah.

"Maa is Allah, so Zainal who is meant by Ana's grandson, is Antum? indeed he said he wanted to ask for the company of someone ... Mas, why didn't Abi tell Abah the same story?" guess Abah at once reprimanded Fayyadh.

"Either, perhaps Abi forgot," said Fayyadh.

"Please on the sambi, as it were. Please pray for my husband" brother Zainal said, offering a snack on the table.

"Matursuwun, Ma'am," replied Abah.

"Zaynahs. Give greetings to Yai Ahmad," said the father asked the girl who was solemn to teach.

The long black hijab-wearing girl in her robe, turned towards her father. He got up and walked slowly, bowed his body and cupped both palms in front of his chest. "Ana Zaynah Nur, Yai." His soft voice sounded.

Fayyadh was stunned, at a glance he was stunned. Lovely. Then hurriedly lowered his gaze. He silently smiled.

"All right, Ana's not Yai like your Abimu, son. Even far away when called Yai," said Wisesa.

Zaynah smiled sweetly, making the man beside Abah, a little groggy.

The conversation of the two old friends who did not think that their two young minds were prospective couples who were being proposed by each family, actually made Abah forget the main purpose.

"Well, Afra," whispered Fayyadh getting bored. Although he occasionally steals glances against Zaynah.

"Astaghfirullah, forgot. We say yes Yai, want to see the children of friends also here," Abah rose apart after getting whispered Fayyadh.

Zainal stood up, letting his guests retreat. "Fayyadh, have a glimpse of the figure of Zaynah. Ana wait for your answer yes, in Allah she is ready to wait," said Zainal.

"Yai Nggih. But later please permission to talk first before giving an answer because there are things that Ana wants to know," said Fayyadh.

"Fadhol, it will be arranged with Hariri when the time is right nadzor" he replied again.

After touching each other, the three separated.

Now Kusuma continued his steps towards the third floor, to Afra's room.

Geck. Geck.

Bima's assistant opened the door. "Good Day, Mr. Wisesa, please come in," said the man in all black suits.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas Bima's. Sorry long ago until, all waiting for you to arrive," Abah said when he entered and greeted Bima Arundati.

"Ana Fayyadh." The eldest son of Amir extended a hand to return Bima's handshake. "Pantesan handsome like this looks, and modern."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Afra again eats, behind the curtain ... Afra, there's Fayyadh," exclaimed the father to get his daughter ready to wear the niqab.

"Can I go there?" tanya Fayyadh doesn't want to waste any time.

"Please Fayyadh," Bima invited his guests.

Aiswa's son stepped behind the curtain. "Assalamu'alaikum, Afra. Feel better?" tanyanya direct.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. You came here on purpose to look at me?"

"Sowan, look at Uyut and there is a sudden important need. Coincidentally invited Abah also look at you," he said straightforwardly. The answer was a disappointed chant that was implied in Afra's eyes.

"Hmm Afra, I'm sorry for something I couldn't force and break. I hope all the words yesterday did not make you hurt or discouraged in living life. Rest assured that this is part of the process of getting a suitable companion and kaffah" said Fayyadh slowly, standing at the end of the bed.

Afra Arundati is silent. He stared intently at the figure before him.

"I'm disappointed, there's no gap for me? let me cross, Fayyadh. Let's fight before the victory drum is hit by another woman" he said.

"Too wide the gap between Afra, I'm afraid you're giving up in the middle of the road because you're tired because I'm just going to be silent" said Fayyadh, not wanting to give a gap of hope.

Afra sobbing. "Is that difficult?"

"Because umma everything, sorry. I could not bear the grief of my mother being wounded, though she would stand up for the child in front of her" said Fayyadh, bowing.

Princess Bima Arundati is crying more intensely. He then wiped away the tears that kept coming down. Trying hard in front of the man she loves.

"Sometimes we create our own hurt through expectation. No one said you shouldn't cry, get hurt, and be disappointed, Afra," said the handsome man.

"Are you, Fayyadh?... It is sad when you realize that this self is not as important as I thought it was. It hurts, I'm just disappointed, but I'm the one who chose to love you" Afra sneered as she wiped a tear-soaked face.

"I know disappointment is one of God's ways to say that ~I have something better, be patient, live life, still have faith~. Disappointed because of hope in humans, injuries, tears that will make you stronger. I'm sorry, keep a healthy spirit and reward me with all your best talent, Afra," said Fayyadh, softly.

Afra Arundati was busy with a wound that was still wet in her heart, until when Abah prayed for the girl. He just kept quiet.

Prince Kusuma's cell phone rang, making Fayyadh the perfect excuse to leave the room immediately, leaving Afra's sobs still heard. Abah represents them saying retreat and following the grandson.

"Mas."

"Well, Uyut asked to buy a supplement for his knee. Uncle Rayyan said, change brands. Let's look in the pharmacy here hopefully there is," said Fayyadh showed a picture of a bottle of supplements for Danarhadi.

"Yowes, down."

The two Kusuma continued their steps towards the elevator and descended to the ground floor before returning home.

Abah smiled to see the figure of ayu not far in front of him. But do not tell Fayyadh who is cool to walk while playing the device in hand.

"Okay, I'm waiting for Sister. The doctor said it was made half a dose first. Thank you," said the soft voice of a girl.

"Mas. Sana," said Abah when he reached the pharmacy. This old man was sitting on one of the long benches.

Fayyadh also stepped to the side of the drug delivery counter. He asked the nurse. Not realizing there was a woman on the other side.

While I waited, Abah saw the beautiful girl who was just about to sit down. "Eh, Zaynah. Buy what?"

Princess Zainal turned her head, courteously greeting. "Change, this is the nemenin Aunt boiled concoction medicine," he said pointing to a sepuh figure in front.

Not far from the position Abah sat. Apparently Fayyadh was beginning to recognize the soft voice of the figure he wanted to meet.

"F-fio?"

The girl who felt her name called looked over. "Mas!" he was excited, smiling sweetly when he saw a handsome man.

"Thank you see me too, why is it that here, Fio is sick?" tanya Fayyadh probed, sweeping the appearance from top to bottom of the girl who is increasingly ayu in a robe even without hijab.

"Papa's sick, it's been two days here. Who is the same?" he turned to the left right. His gaze locked. "Change?" Fio stepped up to greet the charismatic sepuh.

"Son Fio. Who's sick?" abah asked to pause the conversation with Zaynah when Fio greeted him.

"Fio's father is sick, Bah. Jenguk yuk youk," said Fayyadh approached and stood beside Fiora, ignoring the presence of Zaynah.

"By, finish this. Uyut supplements are there, Mas?" ask Abah later.

"Sick guy, Mas?" replace Fiora worried about the funny condition.

"No, replace the joint lubrication supplement just .. said the nurse was there, again prepared," Fayyadh replied to both, still ignoring Zaynah.

"Mr Glenn Tusakti," the voice of the apothecary called out to Fiora.

"Eh, yes. I'm."

Fayyadh catches up with the girl, then pays the bill.

"Don't Mas. No need," said Fio refused to give Fayyadh.

"Why else would that be?" tegur Wisesa saw the two young mudi kisruh. Zaynah got up to visit her aunt.

"I bought him a supplement, vitamin C, E for him but he refused."

"No need, Mas. Really," said Fiora.

"Accepted donk, Sa-" Fayyadh paused, realizing his mistake.

"Sa?" The ayu girl blinked her monolid eye petals several times, at the man beside her.

Abah just shook his head to see the grandson who misbehaved because in the face of Fiora.

"Accepted, Nak Fio. Arza's boss is wasting money again," said Wisesa, making the daughter of Takakti accept.

"Well, that's donk." Unknowingly, his right palm stretched out about to rub Fio's head.

"Mas!" reprimand Abah loudly, attracting the attention of Zaynah who had seen their interaction.

Danarhadi's great-granddaughter. "Eh, astaghfirullah is wrong. Sorry Fiora, sorry." Again, shocked, he reached out with a hand like he wanted to touch Fio's head, but the girl dodged.

"Mas! repeated instead!" this time Wisesa patted Fayyadh's arm.

Fiora only laughed lightly seeing Fayyadh misbehaving as the man held onto her chest.

"Duh, you're Fio. Make a khilaf," complained Fayyadh rubbed his chest.

"Cock me," chuckled Fio wanted to leave.

"Excuse me, Ana is Abah first, sister," said Zaynah gently, smiling.

"Eh, Zaynah. Since ka-pan?" Fayyadh was confused, he didn't feel like he had seen it.

"Lumayan lama. Assalamu'alaikum, Ana wait for Brother's answer," he said, then glancing sharply at Fiora.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered the three.

The owner of Flyfy Craft felt that the girl was affirming him.

"He's a waste, Mas?"

"Daughter of friend Njid who is being proposed to me" said Fayyadh.

Deghs.

"M-mas? has he? hmm-me?"

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...Afra, done....